I don't get it

I don’t get it, I know it’s wrong,

Still I’ll sing that fateful song.

As if my hands are tied and bound,

Hunted by this bloodthirsty hound.

I don’t get it, it hurts inside

Yet as if my heart’s stopped beating, everything inside me’s died

So like a zombie ill stand up-straight-

And go ahead, in a trance, to ruin my fate.

I don’t get it; I constantly hurt those I love,

But my actions are thought out after; before realizing the power they have.

Like a drunken man who acted in a stupor

Then realizes, the next day, his consequences are super

I don’t get it I hate what I do,

But as Paul simply puts it it’s the sin that lives in you.

So I sin and sin, then sin some more

As if that’s not enough, I’ll add four score

It’s like I like having regrets,

It’s like I enjoy the setting guilt,

When the “oh no” from last night sets

And I tear down everything He’s built.

It’s like I enjoy the burn,

When I put my hand atop that flame,

So instead of taking a u-turn

I keep at it, awaiting the inevitable shame

I don’t get it, it hurts to hurt

But still with this danger I love to flirt

Still on my knees Ill crawl and eat dirt

Wondering THEN why it’s so impossible to unhurt

Hurt both Him and I

Both the world and time

Both the alive and the unborn

I hurt both the untouched and the scorned

So why do I sin

I still ask

If He now lives in me

Living sinless should not be such a task